I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night." He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.
Kristin CashoreNow we just need to find someone who is close to the king but is really a spy for Mydogg." "That should be easy. I could probably shoot an arrow out the window and hit one.
Kristin CashoreYou know,โ he said, โI wish you could see this cave.โ โWhatโs it like?โ He paused. โItโs...beautiful, really.โ โTell me.โ And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.
Kristin CashoreIf we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.
Kristin CashoreShe glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that.
Kristin Cashore